D-Day: Rise of ThickPenis

Virgil groggily opened his eyes as the sound of his alarm clock bore into the back of his skull. This, he reminded himself, is the price of staying up late again on a Sunday night. Virgil sat up, slapped his alarm clock off, and looked around his room. The bright sun shone in the window onto his bed and glare reflected off the porn magazines strewn about him. His late-night marathon jackoff sessions had been taking up hours of his time lately, but he couldnt seem to help himself. It was almost like he was experiencing a masturbation renaissance these days: constantly stroking his thickening meat-staff until it spewed sticky ropes of his hot, viscous semen like a jerking, pulsating firehose.

The main reason for his insatiable erections late at night was his neighbor and best friend, Jayne. Sexy little Jayne was a short, dark-haired girl who had the most fantastic curves on Earth. She was definitely not fat by any stretch of meaning, but was beautifully voluptuous with large, teardrop shaped breasts (easily DD, guessed Virgil) having dark, upward-facing silver dollar nipples and big spherical ass-cheeks that protruded well behind her when she walked. Virgil had been seeing all of this firsthand lately, since Jaynes family was remodeling their house and the new bay windows in Jaynes room gave Virgil a clear view of the back half of her room, including her bed. For some reason, they hadnt put up any blinds yet, and this didnt seem to make Jayne the least bit self-conscious. Every night at midnight, Virgil watched Jayne turn her bedroom light on, get out of bed, and walk to the hidden part of the room where Virgil knew her closet and dresser were. She would return with a fearsome-looking black dildo, which must have been at least as big as a can of Pledge furniture duster. Virgil would watch as Jayne stripped naked on her bed every night and reamed her pink petaled pussy with the black dildo for hours on end. He would watch as her pretty doll-like face contorted in orgasmic bliss countless times in the small hours of the morning. He would watch as she settled herself in all varieties of positions and rammed the dildo home again and again. As he would stand in the late-night darkness of his room, watching through his own window and beating his cock to match the tempo of Jaynes thrusting dildo, Virgil often imagined that she, too, was pretending that the two of them were fucking.

If only she knew  Virgil would mutter to himself while he watched Jayne hunching her hips with her beautiful rotund ass high in the air to better receive the pounding length of her black dildo. These late-night adventures had caused Virgil to begin to see his childhood friend in a new light. They had never had a sexual encounter with each other (or anyone else, at least that Virgil was aware of) aside from a lone game of doctor more than ten years ago, which he decided did not count. He had never really even thought of Jayne sexually before his secret midnight voyeur sessions began. Since then, however, he had felt slightly uncomfortable and ashamed around Jayne at school. She had noticed his acting weird immediately, and had jokingly tried to get him to shake off his mood with her bubbly and cheerful personality, but to no avail. He knew it was stupid and unreasonable, but Virgil had subtly begun to avoid Jayne after that. This was no easy task, not only because theyd been friends almost their entire lives, but also since they sat next to each other in their first class of the day and were both senior class officers of the student council, which met three times a week.

A loud knock on Virgils bedroom door shook him out of his reverie.
Are you up yet, dork? It was Virgils little sister, Anna.

Yeah, Im getting up. Anna was a year younger than Virgil and went to the same high school. They did their best to act cool and avoid each other at school, but Virgil knew that Anna secretly looked up to her big brother.

Then get going and take a shower so were not late. I have an exam first thing today. Virgil somewhat resented having to share a car with his little sister, but it was a small price to pay for having a brand new vehicle which his parents paid for completely.

He wiped sleep out of his eyes and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. As he stood up, Virgil suddenly felt a painful tug as his bed sheet pulled away from his groin, and his mighty morning wood swung wobblingly into free space. The sunlight caught the large purpled head and made it glow ruddily with pulsating thickness. The ridge of his glans cast deep shadows while the thick, knotted veins climbed the forearm-like shaft as fleshy ivy would a blood-filled pillar of marble. Astounded by the glowing vision of his own girthy cock in the sunlight, Virgil stared. Smiling, he realized that his turgid erection really was as long as his forearm, from elbow to wrist. Glowing in the morning sun like that, it seemed bigger than ever. He had never bothered to measure it, merely delighting in the large, meaty feeling of it and the knowledge that he was significantly larger than any man he had ever seen in porn or on the internet. As he walked across the room to his towel rack, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, just behind the head, but his fingers couldnt fully surround the beercan circumference. Stroking towards the base as he grabbed his bath towel, the baseball bat-like mid-shaft swell of his massive cock forced his fingertips even further apart, before coming slightly closer together again towards the base.

Attempting to wrap the towel around his waist for the walk down the hall to the bathroom, Virgil laughed at his predicament. His rigid cock pushed the towel up nearly horizontal in front of him, like he was holding a summer sausage log with his thighs. He wasnt about to walk around like that where his sister or mom could see him; it seemed like it would be too embarrassing, despite the pride he felt in his mighty, thick penis.

He needed to get going though, or else he would make his sister late and never hear the end of her bitching. Virgil decided to risk a fast walk straight to the bathroom, to which his room was closer than Annas was. Anna had gone back to her room and the coast should be clear long enough that he wouldnt be confronted in the hallway with his jutting erection. He opened the door and walked briskly towards the open bathroom door. All of a sudden, Annas door opened behind him at the other end of the hall.

Hey wait, I need to put my contacts in before you take your shower said Anna as she started after him.

Just do it when Im done said Virgil, walking faster. Only a few steps away

No, Im going to study while I eat breakfast and my glasses are broken. Hey, wait!

Virgil slid inside the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, faster than nonchalance would allow. He heard his sister swearing and running down the hall after him. There was no lock on the bathroom door, so he cranked on the shower and jumped in under the cold spray. The icy rivulets shocked his senses into total alertness, and he fumbled to adjust the temperature. The door burst open on the other side of the shower curtain.

You asshole! What the fuck are you doing? Anna complained as she came into the small room and started putting her contacts in at the sink. Youre always such a dick in the mornings. Honestly. Virgil tried to ignore her as the spray slowly warmed up, but hoped she would just leave soon, since his throbbing erection had stiffened even more with the shock of the cold water and showed no signs of going away. He began soaping himself as his sister finished up with her lenses.

Hey, I need my face moisturizer. You want to get it for me, jackass? Anna asked as her indistinct silhouette approached the shower curtain.

Uh, yeah. Hold on. Virgil looked at the dozens of bottles of beauty products and exfoliation tools lined up in his sisters shower caddy. Compared to his spartan collection of soap, shampoo, face scrub, washcloth, and scrub brush it seemed pretty ridiculous. Which one is it? Youve got like a million in here.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Its the only face moisturizer in there. Here, you retard. Anna abruptly pulled the curtain aside, leaned in, and grabbed one of the bottles. As she turned to give him a scornful look her eyes glanced down and suddenly widened. Her gaze locked on his massive purplish meat-rod and Virgil tensed, causing it to jerk and bob. A long moment passed with Anna staring at his throbbing erection, inches from her plump, low-hanging breasts. She was wearing jeans and a black halter top, which showed off the cleavage of her well-developed breasts and the tight curves of her gymnasts ass. A lock of her long black hair fell from behind her ear to rest against the wet, bloated head of Virgils cock. Anna slowly lifted her eyes to meet Virgils stern gaze.

Umm, sorry Anna mumbled as she pulled back. As though in a daze, she wandered back out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. I hope she doesnt mention that again, thought Virgil. However, Virgil realized that he wasnt nearly as mortified as he thought hed be. In fact, it was kind of exciting to have his sister there in front of him, gaping at his massive erection. Virgil realized that he was now giving his rock-solid cock long, slow strokes. Anna had always been very pretty, but the long hours of gymnastics practice had given her a tight athletes body, and she had fantastic, big perky tits though not as big as Jaynes, thought Virgil. He pictured his sister again, with her breasts inches from the end of the head of his cock, her mouth slightly open and eyes staring reverently down his length as though down the business end of a powerful gun. He quickened the pace of his strokes. What if she had touched it? What if she had leaned down and put her mouth over the end of his fat, pulsing erection?

Ohhhhhh Virgil groaned as he passed the point of no return and hot, volatile cum began boiling deep in his heavy balls. He stroked faster, still picturing his sister sucking on his monolithic penis. She took as much of his awesome head in her mouth as she could and it filled her, puffing out her cheeks. While bobbing eagerly on his knob she looked up at him with the same look in her eyes that he saw right before she apologized and left the room; a look that now meant: yeah, cum in my mouth!

A thick rope of hot cum shot out of Virgils jerking cock and splashed against the far wall of the shower. He grunted as he unloaded another equally powerful shot. A third, fourth, fifth, and sixth shot followed, weakening only slightly in intensity. The back wall of the shower ran white and sticky with his thick juices. Several weaker contractions followed as Virgils balls drained their last. Ohhhhhh.

By the time Virgil got downstairs, he had no time to eat breakfast. His sister was putting her shoes on impatiently by the door, and his mother was cleaning up breakfast dishes.

Well I guess youd rather be clean than well-fed. My, you take long showers these days. Virgils mother Viviana smiled as she came to kiss her son on the cheek. As she leaned in, her perfume washed over Virgil- a comforting smell. Her swelling breasts wobbled and brushed his arm as she stood on her toes to peck his cheek. Viviana was definitely the source of Annas good looks and body. The woman standing next to Virgil was like an older and more curvaceous version of his younger sister, only with fuller breasts and wavy brown hair instead of Annas straight black mane. Virgil noticed the swell of his mothers breasts touching his arm and the soft organ hanging down his leg trembled. Your sisters being neurotic about her exam, so you two had better get going.

Yeah, well Ill just get some coffee and go then Virgil said as he brushed past his mother. Despite his powerful orgasm only ten minutes ago, he felt blood beginning to refill the caverns of the sausage hanging down his leg. He couldnt afford to deal with its full fury right now.

Sure sweetie. Ill get it for you. I made you an egg sandwich to eat on the drive to school anyway. I wouldnt want my big, growing boy to starve to death before lunch. Viviana winked at Virgil and turned to retrieve the coffee pot. Virgil glanced at Anna, who was busying herself with her book bag, being careful to keep her back to everyone in the kitchen.

Hey Anna, why dont you go out and start the car asked Virgil. He didnt want his sister to act strange around him, so Virgil decided to behave as though nothing had happened deliberately neglecting the fact that he had just jacked off while picturing her sucking his dick. Virgil pulled the car keys from his pocket and sat down on a high stool at the kitchen island. Wordlessly, Anna came over and took the keys from his hand, studiously avoiding eye contact. He watched her carefully as she took the keys, and thought he detected a furtive glance toward his groin, where his fleshy dragon lay coiled, fat and hidden.

Here you go sweetie. Viviana set a mug and wrapped sandwich down in front of Virgil and began pouring coffee as the screen door closed behind Anna with a bang. Ill be home early today and Ill have dinner ready for you kids, since your father and I are going out for our anniversary tonight. Remember?

Uh, yeah of course! bluffed Virgil as he vaguely recalled his mother telling him this some time last week. Happy anniversary mom. Ow, Jesus! Hot coffee splashed off the edge of the island onto his khaki pants. His mom had carelessly spilled while tipping the pot to drain the last of the coffee into Virgils mug.

Oh, Im sorry baby! Are you okay? Oooh thats going to stain Viviana cooed sympathetically as she knelt between Virgils legs and dabbed at the spreading crotch stain with a napkin. The large melons held back by her low-necked shirt jiggled suggestively as Viviana pouted and wiped at the fabric.

Fuck, mom. I dont have any other clean pants cursed Virgil as he realized that this was his last clean pair. He tried not to look into the deep cleft between his mothers breasts. Nonetheless, a mental picture of his kneeling mother topless flashed in his mind, her breasts swinging wide in front of her, large and pointed. A surge of blood flooded into the meaty cylinder inches from Vivianas pawing hand. He stood up abruptly to go dig something out of the laundry, but also to prevent his semi-erect penis from becoming obvious to his mother.

Watch your mouth, young man warned Viviana. Just wear some of your old sweat pants. Youre a big boy so I dont think anyone will tease you she said mockingly. Grumbling, Virgil raced upstairs to his room to supplant his stained pants.

Virgils old sweat pants were in a neglected part of his closet. The grey track sweats were still in good shape, but he hadnt worn them for a while possibly for years. Tugging them on, they were somewhat snugger than he remembered, particularly in the crotch area. Turning to inspect himself in his full-length mirror, the pants looked perfectly normal on him- form fitting, even- except for at his crotch. His thick, flaccid bulge was plainly visible under the fabric. It clearly snaked down his left pant leg and even the ridge of the head was slightly visible. Manual adjustment proved fruitless.

No other options. Maybe nobody will notice sighed Virgil to himself. The car horn blared in the driveway. Anna was getting impatient. Virgil raced back downstairs and grabbed his things on the way out the door, scarcely kissing his mother goodbye.

Anna barely spoke on the drive to school, being occupied with her textbook and some last-minute cramming, which was fine with Virgil as he munched his sandwich and drank his coffee. He thought he saw Anna looking at him out of the corner of his eye a few times, but she would shift her gaze back to her books whenever he turned to look at her directly. At the school, he pulled up to the front of the building to drop off Anna, since class was about to start. Again making no eye contact, Anna grabbed her book bag and climbed out of the car, but then turned and leaned down to look at Virgil, still at the wheel.

Hey, can I take the car after school? You can get a ride home from Jayne or something, right? asked Anna as she stared across the passenger seat into Virgils eyes. She was standing on the curb and leaning down to look into the car, making the cleavage between the heavy breasts hanging from her chest plainly visible. Virgil struggled to keep his eyes above her neckline.

Uh, I guess so why do you need the car? Virgil would rather avoid asking Jayne for a ride home, worried that such prolonged proximity to her would cause an uncontrollable erection that would be impossible to hide. They would already be together for half an hour in the student council meeting after school. Better to avoid such a situation if possible

Me and some friends are seeing a movie right after school. Youve got your student council meeting anyways 

Fine. Just get the keys from my locker after lunch. Anna smiled and broke eye contact to lean back out of the open car door. Virgil was sure that he saw her glance at the obvious outline of his thick, tube-like flaccid penis in his tight sweat pants as she backed out. As Anna stood up so Virgils view of her face was blocked by the roof of the car, he drank in the sight of the firm breasts straining the black fabric of her halter top. Annas now-hard nipples clearly protruded under the soft fabric. Virgils cock twitched and burgeoned slightly, while Anna seemed to linger there on the curb with her breasts framed by the open car door. Virgil realized she could still see the obvious bulge in his crotch from her vantage point. The bell rang abruptly, shattering the moment. Anna slammed the door and skipped off to class with Virgil watching the flexing ass under her jeans as she jogged away.

Virgil entered his first class of the day just as the final bell rang. It was a well-established fact that the teacher Ms. Chilton did not tolerate tardiness, and publicly berated anyone not in their seat at the final bell. Virgil hoped that his reputation as a well-behaved student would earn him some slack, especially today.

Well, Virgil! Nice of you to join us this morning said Ms. Chilton with a note of sarcasm, as the whole class stared at Virgil. Ms. Chilton was a knockout, and a frequent object of Virgils masturbation fantasies before Jayne got her new bay windows. Her long, well-coiffed blonde hair fell about her shoulders and long neck, with some curled ends falling over the tops of her large, pert breasts (rumored to be implants), hidden behind a modest undershirt. Her honey blonde hair framed a sexy librarian face with black square-framed glasses to match the motif. Today she wore a white dress suit with a skirt that ended mid-thigh, making it impossible not to give her long tanned legs a good once-over. Virgil thought Ms. Chilton seemed to be the deliberate embodiment of a sexy teacher, which would have been like a sad parody if she hadnt pulled it off so well. As it stood, pretty much every guy in school would admit to wanting to bend her over and fuck the shit out of her, but there was no word of anyone ever having done so. Ms. Chilton never divulged personal information to her students so there was much speculation about her marital status and the possibility that she worked as a stripper after-hours. Despite teaching only AP Calculus, her classes were never short of students- especially male students.

Sorry Ms. Chilton. I was running a little late this morning. Looking Virgil up and down, Ms. Chilton strode across the classroom toward him, high heels clicking on the tiled floor. She walked directly up to him and stopped; her jutting breasts inches from Virgils chest. Her perfume washed over him and Virgil attempted to think of anything but the sexy object of untold masturbation sessions so close to him. With her high heels on, Ms. Chilton could stare levelly into Virgils eyes, and she looked hard at him. After a moment, she seemed to make up her mind about something.
Please come to class on time in the future. Take your seat and pay attention. Were starting new material today. She stepped back, allowing Virgil to take his desk in the back of the room.

Virgil sat down in his desk next to Jayne, avoiding eye contact but trying to be casual. Even so, Virgil noticed that she was flamboyantly dressed in a bright, form-fitting sun dress that made much of her curvaceous figure. Her large breasts protruded straight out from her chest, partially resting on the top of her desk and barely contained by the florid material. He saw that her nipples were hard and pressing through the fabric of the dress, which made him visualize the dark aureoles underneath. A rush of hot blood tightened the crotch of his sweat pants. Virgil looked up and saw that Jayne was watching him stare at her tits. She smiled.

Haha, she did say to pay attention Jayne said mischievously. Virgil felt his face turn hot and red as he looked away. Ms. Chilton was speaking and writing on the chalkboard and Virgil tried to focus on the lesson and not on his semi-hard cock, which was on the verge of continuing to grow and thicken. Jayne leaned over and touched his leg. Whispering, she said Hey, Im just giving you shit. How are you doing?

Fine. Havent been getting much sleep replied Virgil curtly, staring straight ahead at the board under the pretense of concentrating on the lesson. Jayne squeezed his leg. Virgil suddenly wondered if hed just given himself away. Would Jayne know that hed watched her? No, he told himself, he was just being paranoid. Jaynes hand was still squeezing his leg; fortunately it was the leg opposite the one his meaty snake was starting to burrow down, or else shed probably feel it.

Not much sleep? Look, you can talk to me if something is bothering you. That is what friends do, right? Jayne was leaning toward Virgil, trying to speak discreetly. Virgil felt guilty about shutting her out, especially since she was trying so hard to get through to him. His resolve flagged and he turned to meet Jaynes gaze. He patted her hand on his leg and she smiled, looking into his eyes.

I know youre there for me. Im just, ah, working some things out for myself right now, but we can talk later at student council. Okay? Virgil whispered to his friend. Jayne grinned and nodded, leaning back into her seat. As she did so, her gaze fell to Virgils crotch. Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide and let out a loudly audible gasp, putting her slim hand daintily to her pouty lips. The whole class turned to look at the pair of them. Virgil followed Jaynes eyes and looked down at his lap. His fat cock was now engorged and fully erect, stretching the fabric of the leg of his sweatpants and reaching toward his kneecap. Its outline was unmistakable as it throbbed to the tempo of his pulse; even the ridge and slope of its bobbing, bulbous head was clearly defined under the grey fabric. Distracted by talking with Jayne, he hadnt noticed his thick, fleshy pole filling itself with blood.

Is there something you two can add to the lesson? asked Ms. Chilton, sizing up the disruption. The entire class was staring at Virgil and Jayne. Most of them couldnt see the source of curiosity and whispered amongst each other and craned their necks to spot anything unusual. However, the students sitting directly around Virgil were sizing up the disruption firsthand. Most just stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the pulsating thickness running down Virgils leg, but one of the girls from the cool/popular crowd sitting in front and to the left of Virgil was giving him a different look altogether. Her name was Tina and she was one of the most petite girls Virgil had ever seen. Tina had large, liquid blue eyes and an exceptionally pretty face framed by her dirty blonde, jawbone-length haircut, though her breasts were almost nonexistent. Virgil often thought she looked almost childlike, except for her tight, well-proportioned ass and the raw sexuality she seemed to deliberately exude. Virgil did not consider himself part of the cool/popular crowd, though he was friendly with nearly everyone whom he did. He didnt approve of superficiality in friendships, and chose to interact with people on his own terms, outside of any social hierarchy or herd mentality.

Tina looked hard at the throbbing bulge in the sweatpants as it rose proudly above Virgils thigh. Her lips were compressed as though in careful concentration as she watched the hidden helmet rhythmically bobbing up and down. She elevated her gaze to meet Virgils stony glare. Why was this bitch staring at his cock so strangely? As long as he had known her, Tina had always given Virgil the impression that she was using her implied sexuality to manipulate people. Virgil always resented attempts to manipulate him, as they always seemed cheap and transparent. However, he often found himself madly beating off to this girl for days after talking with her, which would probably somehow be a personal victory for Tina, had she ever known.